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The rain poured down as it had been doing for many, many days. It seemed it would never cease. Perhaps God was trying to drown the Earth as he had done once before, said the Bible. But Oxford wasn't even sure he believed it. God, the Bible, religion, how could people put so much faith into it all? It seemed strange to Oxford but he didn't care, that was a human thing and he didn't want any real part of it.
He sat upon a large boulder, his head dipped down as the rain cleansed him. It ran down his spine, soaked into his mane, and shed the dirt from his body. He'd be perfectly clean by the time the sun came out again if he continued to let the rain bathe him like this, he thought with an odd laugh. Oxford sat alone in silence, the rumble of thunder, the patter of rain, and the rhythmic breathing playing a song for him as he sat.
[html] Lightning cracked through the sky, splitting the heavens in two with flashes of blue light. Thunder roared, shaking the very earth as rain beat against the ground, churning the dirt into mud. The trees creaked and moaned beneath the wind, whipping and shedding their branches and leaves in the wrath of the storm. And yet he crept through the open, allowing the sheets of water to pour against his body, soaking him to the skin. Hair stuck to his head and neck, falling into his eyes and blinding the coyote when the droplets failed to. Mud caked his legs and body, washed away then gained again and again in an endless cycle as he walked. Scents were drown in the weather, but something bright and red caught his attention. Sitting atop a rock all alone in the storm was a creature of some sort. A coyote perhaps, or at least something of similar blood. A member of Inferni for sure, or else a fool, for no one else would sit so contently so far into claimed territory unless the rain had completely removed the scent markings and the skulls staked across the borders had failed to get the point across. He crept closer, intrigued briefly by the being. Otherwise, Samael cared less for those who passed through Inferni. So many came and went, he no longer kept track, if he even ever had. Kaena, and those who shared his blood were the only ones who'd ever concerned him from the time he'd first arrived. They were the only ones who really mattered, in his eyes. Beautiful blood and a vicious nature to match, and the fact so many were derived from the same woman. "My, what an interesting hair color," he commented, finger tapping the edge of his bottom lip. Honestly, he didn't care if the being even responded or reacted. But a temporary diversion and amusement to be gained from the creature would be welcomed, if at least for the moment. [/html]
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